"What's the use of crying when the dead can no longer hear you? Do not wait to help until help is too late." -Ao
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This is a collection of my creative work, containing the body of poetry, songs, rhymes, quotes, and philosophical musings that span my decade as a writer. Some of it is admittedly terrible, some cheesy, and some quite good, but it is all art, and there is meaning in it all. Be sure to read the posts "Finally, a Search" and "Caveat" for context.
Note: This sentence will disappear when I'm done transcribing all my (*TEN YEARS'* worth of!) previous work!
No comments:
Post a Comment